Underground

this is my mind,
seen one frame at a time
when thoughts are sterile,
I am
known for shifting sands
unsteady, baby, its the lie of the land
viewings, will only cost you
a dollar dazzler, in a minute or two
why don’t you just pass on by
thinking you'll finish it
well honey, you lie.

The rhyming words
and tricky lines
work with in keeping, the living
at bay, all the sign posts
stuck along in symmetrical lines
with a military precision
warn: stay away
walking along, is to goad
and provoke the lane
into an action of
which, it’s consequence you’ll feel
further along, down the bitchumen road

just think, about it,
while passing, the buck,
the mulling bowl, has become,
green with envy.
my thought processing has gone: shit like fuck.

this is;
affirmative, action, in negative head space,
sky lines have been spreading, inside my thighs,
horizons opening, and pushing; their way deeper inside.
honey, I’m known
only for my lies.

the,
doctor is denting; my glandular swells,
he's trying to figure if I’m still as unwell,
as I feel.
apparently
tomorrow I die.

be it because it is,
my youthful angst, getting in the way
the best of me, will let it win,
and the rest of me
just this one time, will want to try,
and see what life is like on the,
other side, this is to say

that I heard them say; to die awake, is life at its worst but,
to die asleep is, the same as,
having never lived at all.

so I’m going to, try to find the,
grey space in between, the sleeping awake and,
the waking dead.

Simon says; do what you must,
this is,
because if you don’t, you’ll always wonder why,
you let the chance,
pass on by, and by my heart,
I caught you out,
pass on by, and risk that you'll later,
wonder why.

you never did try.
I’m known best
for my tricky lines
and rhyming lies.